CHAPTER 8
LAURA
I haven’t heard from K since he left.
It’s been days now. I’ve called him. Several times. An embarrassing amount of times. My call log is just his name over and over and over. I’ve texted too. Long paragraphs at first. Then short ones.
Then just question marks. Nothing.Not even read receipts. Just messages disappearing into the void, everynight I wait at the window, sitting there like some tragic character in a movie. Staring at the fire escape. Willing him to appear, Still no trace of K.
No pebbles on the glass. No masked figure climbing up. No gold eyes looking at me through the silver. Just me and the darkness, and Central Park below completely indifferent to the fact that I’m losing my mind. Three days until the one-month mark. Until I maybe end up like Kyle’s fi
